Look what I’ve got!
ignore the obvious error; ain't it grand?
Yes, I did manage to not tie the warp to the apron rod properly (hint: it’s supposed to wrap around the top bar) but that is the first warping I’ve ever done all by myself.
Last Friday, I went to the marvelous Colette’s weaving studio, Interstitial Spaces. Her studio is a magical playground with looms and spinning wheels galore in a formerly industrial space. I highly recommend it – and I have to say that Colette is a really awesome person, and that hanging out with her was one of the highlights of my week.
Actually, I’m going to back up and tell you a bit about my week. On Monday, I had my first day off in about two weeks – pyjamas were busted out, and I was cozy. Tuesday, I was at Ariadne, which just happens to be one of the best places in the world. Wednesday and Thursday, I worked – and I worked nights, which I hate. I’m a sleepy kind of person and I need a regular schedule in order to keep going. Once I’ve established a good schedule I have as much energy as the next person, but if I’m dithering around late at night I know I’ll sleep in way to late. I hate working nights. So, on Thursday, I got home at midnight and then got up early enough to visit Colette on Friday morning. Friday afternoon, I went to work and when I got home (at frigging half past midnight) I assembled my brand new loom. I even survived this obstacle:
Luckily, my partner had a similar screw to replace the one pictured above. Isn’t that bizarre? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a screw borked that badly.
Regardless, I had to work again on Saturday, so I got up early and warped my loom. I got everything wound up and cut properly so I could weave after work. And then, again, after freaking midnight, I got home and decided to go crazy.
I wove a strip that Colette set up for me on Friday so I wasn’t a complete beginner.
I was pretty pleased with that mini-scarf. It hasn’t been blocked (or fulled?) so it’s still not finished, but it does look mighty spiffy. And yes, the colours aren’t my usual palate, but those are the colours that come free with the kit in Brown Sheep Nature Spun. It’s 100% superwash wool. My hypothesis is that the colours were chosen for contrast and so that beginner weavers won’t be shy in ‘wasting’ the yarn. In terms of my first solo project, I’m anticipating that the scarf-like thing I wove will make the best cat blanket ever.
This is a picture of me weaving in action. My partner took the picture, and I’m sort of glad that it highlights how I’m learning to change yarns. See that big thick blue stripe smack dab in the middle? That’s because I didn’t move the rigid heddle when I was packing the end of one length of blue yarn.
There it is! It hasn’t been blocked (or fulled?) in these pictures. It is dripping in my bathtub right now, but I wanted to get some before and after pictures. I’m sorry that I didn’t get the snaps done in the bald light of day; I was practicing the piano and got sidetracked.
I experimented a lot last night. I don’t know if it was the exhaustion from working or the exhilaration of weaving, but I felt like a master of creation as I wove. Of course, my edges are messy and my tension ain’t perfect, but I’m mighty pleased with the results. Take the the picture above: I wanted to replicate a pattern on a beautiful hemp scarf Colette had woven in silvery blue hemp. I don’t know if I did it, but I really like the results.
I slipped some stitches as well. Rather, I did something similar to slipping stitches; I maneuvered the shuttle underneath the lower part of the shed so I could see what would happen. Apparently, the warp gets longer and stripier.
This is when I maneuvered the shuttle over top the shed. I also started playing with that haystack effect. See how I wrapped smaller amounts of warp in the green part in the lower part of the picture? It’s really cool, what you can do with this kind of medication. I’m really excited to learn more about manipulating these effects.
And last but not least, some plain tabi weave.
Oh, dear. I’m really tired and think I should rest up for tomorrow. I’m going to rummage through my stash and find my next weaving project. I see visions of plaid rumbling behind my eyes.